No wisdom teeth and no braces, but I like to think that's just good dental luck in exchange for a childhood full of hellish teeth-related experiences. Things got lost and chipped and knocked around and the whole thing culminated in me running in front of a kid on a swingset at age 8 and getting one front tooth kicked out. I had to have the other one surgically removed and ended up with what felt like a billion stitches in the roof of my mouth. My adult front teeth didn't grow in for another two years, and I still get kinda self-conscious about smiling with my mouth open.
On the bright side, the tooth fairy brought me like fifteen dollars.